All Chapters of Trigger Code: Obey The Devil: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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Chapter Seventy: Soft Morning

(Noah's POV) “It's so hard…” That’s the first thing that slips out of my mouth, half-asleep, face buried in a pillow that smells like him. A deep chuckle rumbles behind me— against me, technically— right where the “hard” thing is currently pressed. Warm, solid heat fits perfectly against my ass, and his arm tightens lazily around my waist. “Good morning to you too,” Lucien murmurs, voice rough with sleep. “I try my best.” I groan, still not opening my eyes. “I was talking about your… thing.” “I know,” he says, leaning in to kiss the side of my head. “And I was talking about it too. Also, you’re warm.” He counters casually. I blink… what is he talking about? “What does that have to do with anything?” “Everything.” He tugs me a little closer; not in a dirty way, just in a stay here way. “You always run cold in the mornings. I’m fixing it.” “By using me as a pillow?” “Yes. And it worked.” I let out a pitiful noise and bury myself deeper under the sheets, which only makes him l

Chapter Seventy One: Mr. Vale

“You’re cute.” Daniel said it the moment he and Noah settled at the long dining table; Daniel lounging comfortably in his chair, Noah stiff and unsure, hands hovering over the plate like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to touch anything. Noah blinked. “…Uhm, thanks?” Daniel grinned, lazy and bright, but with that strange undertone Noah still couldn’t read. “I heard you fainted last night.” Noah made a small choking sound. “What—?” “And,” Daniel continued, picking up a fork as if this was normal conversation, “I also noticed the way you walked when Lucien brought you in earlier. Limping. Very dramatic. You’re always limping. Now I’m starting to wonder if you can’t walk. Should I be concerned about some… joint condition?” Noah stared at him. “Are you trying to bully me?” Daniel’s smile only widened. “I have great joints,” Noah snapped quietly. “Amazing joints. I walk perfectly fine. Your brother just—” he stopped, cheeks flaming, “—rearranged my guts. And he’s too busy to carry

Chapter Seventy Two: Date Me

(Noah's POV) “Do you think Lucien would date me if I asked?” I asked Daniel, even though I already knew he was going to make fun of me for it. We were sitting outside in the garden, sun warm on our skin, each of us poking at bowls of diced fruit. I was picking at mine more than actually eating it. My mind was too full, and too fucking loud. Daniel stabbed a pineapple chunk with his fork. “I don’t know,” he said casually. “But I do know Lucien doesn’t understand what dating is. He’d probably think you’re asking him to marry you.” I snorted, almost choking on a strawberry. “Okay. So, would he marry me if I asked?” “No.” Daniel gave me such a flat and immediate response. No hesitation. My smile wobbled into a pout. Great. Perfect. Absolutely comforting answer. Daniel rolled his eyes. “Why would you want to marry Lucien anyway? He’s terrible with affection. And he’d hurt you without being sorry because he genuinely wouldn’t understand why you’d be upset or hurt. He's the guy to be

Chapter Seventy Three: His Personal Space Is Between My Legs

Lucien’s office was quiet, but not the peaceful kind. Papers were arranged in sharp stacks on his desk, his pen moving in confident, precise strokes. The dim golden lights reflected off the glass shelves behind him, filled with books on law, corporate governance, and the occasional expensive sculpture. His phone buzzed every few minutes. A call from the firm. A call from a client threatening to breach a contract. A board member asking for a final decision on a merger. Every time, Lucien’s voice was the same: smooth, low, and absolute. “No. The clause stands.” “Rewrite the third section and send it back to me.” “If he wants to talk about percentages, tell him I don’t negotiate twice.” Even in the legal world, where everything was clean and polished, Lucien held power like it was part of his bloodstream. Noah sat on the couch in the corner of the office, draped across the cushions… usually, he'd be whining for attention or leaning his head on Lucien’s shoulder between calls. But t

Chapter Seventy Four: Too Fake

The VIP lounge of the club hummed with a dark, pulsing bass that vibrated through the floors. Down below, bodies writhed under neon lights carelessly; sweaty, loud… But up here, separated by tinted glass and soft velvet seats, the world felt a little quieter and colder. A bottle of whiskey sat between Lucien and Daniel. There's two glasses; one nearly empty, the other one untouched. Lucien leaned back, irritation already tightening his jaw. “Speak,” he said, voice low and sharp. “You dragged me out here, so tell me what's so urgent.” Daniel smirked like he’d been waiting all night for that impatience. “Relax,” he drawled, crossing a leg over the other. “I did find something. But you know me… I like getting paid.” Lucien’s fingers curled around his glass. “What do you want?” Daniel shrugged lazily, eyes glimmering. “I don’t know yet. I want nothing, and I want everything. So…” He tapped his temple. “I’m keeping a point. I’ll redeem it later.” Lucien’s glare deepened. “You’re anno

Chapter Seventy Five: His Naughty List

Noah sat cross-legged on Lucien’s bed, humming softly as he reread the list he’d written earlier. The paper was covered in his neat handwriting, every line carefully spaced, every doodle in the margins showing his excitement. He lifted the page close to his face, checking if he missed anything, anything at all, because he wanted this list to be perfect. The door suddenly opened, and Lucien staggered in. Noah jumped to his feet and launched himself at him. Lucien, even drunk, caught him effortlessly. One arm around Noah’s waist. One hand behind his head. He pressed a warm, slow kiss to Noah’s forehead. “How are you?” Lucien asked, voice rough and tired. “I’m fine!” Noah beamed. “I was waiting for you. I finished my list.” Lucien slowly set him down, steadying himself with a small sigh. “Good. Wait for me. I need a quick shower.” Noah nodded fast and bounced back onto the bed, swinging his feet while Lucien disappeared into the bathroom. He listened to the water running. His chest

Chapter Seventy Six: Shopping With Daddy

Lucien didn’t even pretend he wasn’t staring. He was unapologetically staring. Noah stood beside him in the bright mall hallway, holding the handwritten list like it was some kind of sacred scripture Lucien had personally signed. His cheeks were already pink. His curls were messy from where Lucien had ruffled them earlier. And the oversized hoodie swallowing his small frame only made Lucien’s jaw clench harder. They hadn’t even entered the first store yet. ‘I’m going to wreck him today,’ Lucien thought, feeling a slow, hungry heat spill through his chest. “Come on,” he murmured, curling his fingers around Noah’s waist as they approached the first boutique; soft pink lights, lace displays, a wall of chokers that made Noah gasp in excitement. “We have work to do.” Noah nodded quickly. He didn’t even try to hide how excited he was. His steps were light, practically bouncing, and that alone made Lucien’s lips twitch. The boutique door chimed. Instant heaven. Racks of lingerie in ev

Chapter Seventy Seven: Shopping With Daddy 2

"Even out your breath, sweetheart.” “I’m trying,” Noah whispered. Lucien lifted their joined hands and kissed Noah’s knuckles before leading him to the car. He opened the back door first, placing every bag carefully across the back seat. Then he came around to the passenger side, opened the door, and touched Noah’s waist. “In,” he murmured. Noah got in, cheeks still warm. Before Lucien closed the door, Noah reached out and tugged on his sleeve shyly. Lucien leaned down. “Can… can I put my legs on you while you drive?” Noah asked, his voice barely audible. Lucien’s eyes narrowed, enjoying how Noah is getting shy over everything. “Of course you can.” He shut the door gently and walked around to the driver’s side. As soon as he sat down, Noah placed both legs across Lucien’s lap; bare calves, soft skin, easy access… Lucien slid a hand behind Noah’s knee and squeezed lightly. “Good boy,” he murmured, and Noah covered his face. All shy and flushed. Lucien started the car, palm res

Chapter Seventy Eight: Daddy's Brat

“I may have, um,” Noah stammered, his gaze darting away nervously. Lucien's expression transformed into a feverish intensity; he grabbed Noah's arm and practically dragged him into the car. To say they're both aroused and needy could be labelled as an understatement. As soon as they got into the car, they started messily making out. Lucien only managed to pull away and start the engine… Lucien's fingers closed around Noah's hand, guiding it to the prominent bulge in his pants. “You're going to take care of this as soon as we get home,” Lucien growled, his pupils dilated with lust. Noah's eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint. “What if I take care of it now?” he suggested, his voice barely above a whisper. Before Lucien could respond, Noah had already freed Lucien's erection from its confines and started pumping it, teasing the tip like he's trying to let Lucien know that he plans on being a brat. “You'll get us in an accident.” Lucien said and gripped Noah's hand to stop him. “

Chapter Seventy Nine: In The Quiet Hours

The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Noah lay blacked out on the mattress, breathing slow, his body still bound with the red rope Lucien had used on him only hours ago. His skin was flushed, marked, and beautiful. Lucien knelt on the mattress and began untying him carefully. Every knot loosened under his fingers like he was undoing a delicate ribbon instead of a restraint. He slid the rope away from Noah’s body and rubbed gentle circles into the skin, easing the light swells away. Noah didn’t stir. He was completely spent… exactly how Lucien had wanted him. Lucien slipped an arm beneath Noah’s knees, another behind his back, and lifted him. Noah’s head fell against Lucien’s chest, soft hair brushing warm skin. The bath was already drawn; warm water, faintly scented, steaming lightly. Lucien stepped in and sat down with Noah on his lap, holding his boy carefully above the water before lowering him in. Noah’s body twitched at the heat, but he didn’t wake

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